I super love Britney. --- With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride, you're toxic I'm slipping under, With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?
"In a season of SPLIT PERSONALITIES - moody intellectual by day, WILD CHILD by night - evening calls for SHOWGIRL-esque EXCESS: strobe light-loving sequins, MIRRORED CLUTCHES, patent booties and LACQUER BANGLES. After all, on the dance floor, EVERYONE'S A STAR."
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